Chapter 1
Isn't it a rule that if you wake up and find a strange ceiling, it's a different world?
I wasn't. I woke up in a moldy motel room.
"Ugh......."
My head felt like it was going to crack. I pulled myself up, gripping my forehead. A scented blanket fell beneath my feet.
So... Let's see, I think I fell asleep drinking alone after checking that I failed the test again.
You crawled from my studio to the motel?
"Are you crazy..."
I went into the bathroom swearing at myself. I was going to check my bones now to drain the water. Even if you don't look at it, you must be a drunk test student.
And I looked in the mirror and fell down.
"Ugh! ..."
While he was verbally abusive, he couldn't believe the situation, so he clenched his teeth.
I shook my head with trembling hands. Then I looked into the mirror again.
I could still see a strange face in the mirror.
He's a skinny little boy.
...I took my breath to keep from panic. I was desperate for cigarettes that I had already given up.
"...Huh."
Only then did I realize that even my voice was strange.
I feel like biting my tongue.
What the hell is going on here?
I managed to pull myself together and search the motel room with a strange body.
I found a note and an empty medicine bottle in my bed that looked like a suicide note. This guy must have tried to kill himself with sleeping pills.
When I read the contents of the suicide note roughly, I dropped out of the school as an orphan, but it was unfair and frustrating, so I passed away.
My mouth felt bitter for no reason. I'm not an orphan even if my body changes.
I also found a wallet that was on a cheap dressing table. I searched and found some bills and this body's resident registration card.
[Park Moon University 0X1215 — 3XXXX]
"The last digit is three...."
It's a rejuvenation. I said something discouraging and looked at the photo of my resident registration card. It's better than the Molgol I saw in the mirror earlier, but my face was dark.
Still, he had a good face and looked young for a dark impression. I'm 23 years old now. I thought you'd be younger.
"......."
No, this is not the time to think about this.
I tried to think calmly.
Anyway, I calmed down while understanding the situation roughly. I think I should slowly find the whereabouts of my original body and take measures. Maybe this guy who tried to kill himself got in my body.
I took my wallet and opened the motel door.
And it hardened.
Snow was fluttering from the window seen in front.
...It was July before I drank.
"Oh, my God."
I gulped down my saliva. Then he hurried into the motel room and lifted the desk calendar.
